Violet stood alone in a clearing within the dense jungle, at her feet lay the tattered and already decomposing remains of one of the jungle guardians, a facsimile of a deer made of roots, vines and other plant matter.
Yet she was not focused on the now dead guardian, but instead on the dozens of sets of eyes that stared at her from all around.
Each of those emerald eyes belonged to one of many jungle guardians. Each and every one of them having been called over as backup for the freshly slain creature at her feet.
Violet allowed her senses to expand, gaining a understanding of exactly what kind of force she was up against.
And what a force it was.
Around her she initially counted no fewer than 30 jungle guardians, yet more kept on arriving at a steady pace. The only saving grace was that Violet was unable to detect any being at tier 5, still the vast majority of creatures arrayed around her were at at least tier 4, a few stragglers being tier 3 but non weaker than that.
